I give some credence to omens. Not that I'll refuse to get out of bed on a given day, but I note them. Last night, I found a tenner on the pavement. This morning, I saw three sets of two magpies, was bounced at by a spaniel, picked up two coins, had a heron land beside me, and a bloke in a business suit muttered "Blessed be!", as he got off the Dart where I got on. That latter was probably due to the huge pentagram on my shirt, but still, pleasant.